#camp slasher

[wormwoodandhoney]

summerween aesthetic: summer camp slasher

the vibe: striped tube socks, short shorts, s'mores, and- wait. did you hear that?

[cameron-possibly]

it's finally getting warm out, so i'm declaring it slasher summer

[esqueletosgays]

SLEEPAWAY CAMP (1983)

Director: Robert Hiltzik Cinematography: Benjamin Davis

[cassettebunny]

Ranger Freddy of Camp Fazbear!

[leatafandom]

❄️ for Coldflash (or any ship if you don’t have any Coldflash WIPs at the moment!)

Hello Hello friend! Thank you so much for the ask!

❄️ - Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing + Coldflash

You are in luck, I have a few coldflash wips actually mmm which one to pick from they are all quite angsty or horrory. Okay so I do have another one where Len has time sickness after being brought back, but I am still feeling this Camp Slasher so I'm gonna go with this one for this ask cause you can always send another if you'd like more coldflash xD Here's a bit of Camp Cicada.

"How did you talk me into this again?" Len asked as he drove their car deeper into the woods, eyes glancing at the instructions on the GPS that kept directing them onward.

"Sex," Mick said as if it was obvious from the backseat. "Probably those lips of his," he grouched, chuckling at Barry's blush.

Cisco laughed nodding. "Doesn't explain how the rest of us got roped in," he huffed from his spot squeezed in beside him and behind Barry. 

Barry rubbed his face, sighing and shooting a weak glare at Len when he let out a huff of a laugh.

"What? He's not far off," Len chuckled, enjoying watching Barry squirm. "Your lips definitely had something to do with it." 

"Hey, you all decided it would be fun to get drunk and start a bar fight!" He rebutted, looking more at Mick and Len than Cisco, who had helped finish it.

"Again, they started it," Len repeated for the hundredth time since the fight. "We just reacted, lost our cool. I apologized." 

"Yeah, well, you're all lucky Mr. Stein—Martin and Eobard remembered me and that the judge said this would count for all your hours."

"Couldn't you have picked something less… woodsy?" Mick grouched from the back seat, elbowing Cisco to move over.

"Ow, or rented a bigger car?" Cisco complained, glaring at the broad shouldered and burley man beside him.

"Couldn't you be grateful?" Barry quipped back.

"You could have ridden with Sara and Nyssa," Len commented, glancing in the rear view mirror at the red Jeep still following them.

Cisco and Mick shared a glance and quieted. Sara had a no stopping, no changing the music, and no annoying her or her girlfriend while driving policy, and neither one of them felt they were capable of not getting yelled at. Unlike Len who may have made the same threat of leaving them on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, but both doubted Barry would let him. They didn't have the same confidence that Sara and Nyssa wouldn't leave them stranded.

"We're good," Cisco said after a moment, the man thinking about how long Sara would leave them behind in the wooded, sparsely populated area.

Thanks so much for the ask dear! I swear this year I will finish this slasher fic. *Shakes fist at the WIP folder* I still really love the whole thing.

For WIP ask game for teasing wips/upcoming project

[crispyafterdark]

A shirtless Marvin Flute in the Grimsburg episode "Camp Slasher."

[videoreligion]

Friday the 13th (1980 from VHS)

[campundertale]

I'm trying something new 🥰🥰 I'm so excited <3

I've always wanted to make a comic, and I'm hoping to actually attempt to do that with this project 😭

I'm proud of this cover, though! Crazy what I can do when I actually have patience and put in more time, LMAO